When Life Becomes Surreal
The mat outside my door says folks are welcome.
How many months will pass before that’s true?
Though some who make predictions have great knowledge,
they've nothing concrete to support their view.
This epidemic spreading through the nations
has changed our lives. Each day seems more surreal,
but my small inconveniences are minor
compared to heartbreak many millions feel.
I ache for those whose loved ones have been taken
by this pandemic and those gravely ill,
the ones who risk their lives each day for others,
and those who lost their jobs and can’t pay bills.
I feel for working parents and the children
who never failed a class until this year,
those used to being taught inside a classroom,
now home, on I-pads, due to wide-spread fear.
I praise those who give time, supplies, and money
to those in need. Such times bring out the best
in many. Volunteers prove pure compassion
brings joy and peace in life’s severest tests.
*UPDATE: Our parking-lot stay-in-vehicle services occurred a few
months back. We're back inside, but some haven't attended since March.
Date: April 4, 2020
Contest Title: Quarantine Poems placed 1st
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
December 11, 2020
entered in Nina Parmenter's It Feels Surreal Contest
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